Chapter 484: It Depends on Fate

Chu Xuanyi didn't know what he was thinking of. His Majesty's sudden coma was not what he expected, so even though he was always calm, he didn't know what to do for a moment.

What can be confirmed at present is that Fu Cang is the most favored and trusted person around Her Majesty. He has no reason to murder Her Majesty - even if it is for the sake of interests, he has no official status at the moment, so he is obviously not stupid enough to murder Her Majesty.

After a short silence, Chu Xuanyi said: "You are His Majesty's personal shadow guard. You can't leave His Majesty easily, and the imperial physician can't cure His Majesty's poison... So what can you think of? How long will His Majesty sleep? If His Majesty sleeps for too long, do you plan to keep dragging it on like this?"

Fu Cang said coldly: "No more than one month at most."

This answer is in line with the style of the shadow guard. Only answer the key points, and the rest does not need to be explained to others one by one.

Chu Xuanyi was silent.

Can he understand that His Majesty's sleep time is at most one month? Or, within a month at most, all problems will be solved?

It seems that there is no difference.

If His Majesty wakes up, the problem will be solved naturally, but what if His Majesty never wakes up?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but in the end Chu Xuanyi just asked calmly: "How do you want me to cooperate with you?"

Fu Cang said: "Imprisonment."

Chu Xuanyi's face changed.

...

The imperial capital is prosperous, and the streets of the imperial city are busy.

In the teahouse on the third floor of Nanji Bank, a middle-aged man with noble and elegant demeanor sat by the window. His black robe could not hide his nobleness. His calm and cold temperament was a sign of decades of unchangedness.

Hongyu, who was about to leave the city, was stopped halfway. After following an acquaintance to Nanji Bank, he saw this man who made people both awed and relieved-Rong Yu, the biological father of Her Majesty the Queen.

Of course, what made him more relieved was that his father was there.

Dongling Yu Wang Zhanruo was wearing a dark blue robe, sitting leisurely beside him drinking tea. Several young men stood on one side with their brows lowered. One of them was Chu Lingchuan, who had disappeared for a long time but was very familiar to Hongyu.

Hongyu looked at the people present for a while, and he knew it in his heart. It seemed that his father had already calculated that His Majesty would have such a disaster, so he arrived at the imperial city in advance with the regent.

But even so, his dereliction of duty could not be ignored.

Hongyu was ashamed and said hesitantly: "Master, father."

Hongyu was Rong Yu's nominal disciple. He had never really learned any skills from his master. He just wanted to have an identity closer to His Majesty.

Zhan Ruo held the teacup and glanced at him: "Are you having so much fun in Xiqi that you don't want to leave?"

Hongyu curled his lips: "How can I have fun? I'm protecting His Highness."

"Protect your ass." Zhan Ruo frowned, "How do you explain this situation now?"

Hongyu bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "My son's cultivation is not enough, isn't he planning to go back and ask my father for advice?"

"What did you do earlier?" Zhan Ruo was unhappy, "If I really waited for you at home and came with you, it would have been more than a month since I came back and forth... What a waste."

Hongyu was very dissatisfied with his scolding, but seeing that the man sitting by the window didn't say a word, he didn't even dare to refute, and kept admitting his mistakes: "My son knows his fault, but now is not the time to investigate my son's dereliction of duty. What should Your Majesty do? I hope my father will give me some instructions."

"What else can I do?" Zhan Ruo snorted coldly, "It depends on fate."

Hongyu choked.

"What is Fu Cang's plan?" Rong Yu's voice was indifferent. Even though he had not been the regent for many years, his pressure was still there, which made people feel uneasy.

Hong Yu replied respectfully: "I don't know yet, I can only keep the news secret for now."

"Hide it?" Zhan Ruo sneered, "This will only cause more people to be uneasy, it is really stupid."

Hong Yu silently raised his eyes and looked at his father, wanting to know who he was talking about.

Fu Cang is now the master's direct disciple, the emperor's husband appointed by Her Majesty the Queen, and the future son-in-law of the Regent. His father scolded him so bluntly, isn't he afraid that the Regent will chop off his head?

"You stay here for a few days first." Rong Yu said indifferently, "Lingchuan, you are responsible for keeping an eye on the news in the palace."

"Yes."

Hong Yu was silent for a moment, but couldn't help asking: "Is Your Majesty okay?"